when all along over the work I had prayed
and when it is finished now your part I fade
to insignificance and say the work is mine
when you had inspired each sentence each line
and I know what work I can do all alone
mess up the scene after the script is blown
not beautiful at all but chalked full of flaws
and certainly not worthy of an audiences applause
Written by Richard Phillips
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